THE Earl OF Bedford's Passage to the Highest Court of PARLIAMENT, May the ninth, 1641. about ten a clock in the morning.  
Observed by his lordship's physician Doctor CADEMAN.  
LONDON, Printed for Hugh Perry, 1641.   

THE Earl OF Bedford's PASsage to the highest Court of Parliament.  
Upon the sad news of the death of Master Francis Russell at Paris, his father my most honoured Lord of Bedford, told me, that four fair oaks of his, were lately blown down as it were altogether; of which subject my Lord made so moving a discourse, as it seemed to me their extirpation took deep root in his thoughts. Shortly after my Lord sent for me again, and then complained that he found his own health somewhat shaken: wherefore to lessen the maintenance of a future sickness, he desired to resume a vomit, which the last year had gently cured him of a churlish sickness in the country: but in this, both my Lord and myself were willing to ask the counsel and consent of D. Craige, as well a true friend as a faithful physician to his Lordship. He finding him the next day in a feverish disposition, inclined to the letting of his Lordship blood first, which as it was learnedly proposed, so it was presently executed Afterwards, seeing my Lord continue sick by an oppression of choler in his stomach, consented to give him his vomit. When that had done working, as it often happens, nature being discharged of one burden, herself shakes off another, like Gallen ass, that was too weak to winch off two sacks, would never bear one; there flourished in divers parts of his skin some red spots, which my Noble Lady Brooke, my Lord's daughter, and Mistress Roberts his diligent servant first observed, whereupon my Lord, who ever considered others safety before his own content, with extraordinary earnestness forced his dear Lady and Children much against their will to leave him.  
This year has been fertile of wonders, many strange eruptions have been made in the skin that have desembled the small pox when it proved otherwise, even to the deceiving of the best physicians, no dishonour to the profession.  
The clearest knowledge of mankind is clouded with errors in all employments. An medicina ars non putanda est quam tamen multa fallunt.  
My Lord being thus parted from his dearest Lady and children, as a tree without a bark and branches;  
Out of the great zeal the influence of my Lord's favours to me, had kindled in my heart, put me into passion, which if it makes us blind and unable to see things present, much more it does obscure things far off, and to come. All that I could do for that time to comfort my Lord and myself, was to say, I believed it was but a simple boiling of blood, which he had often formerly had, and had neither the infection nor the peril of the small pox. I endeavoured to be very cheerful with him; having ever found that the speeches of the physician, as good and bad aspects to govern and reign much in the hearts and thoughts of the Patients, and much more with their passions, heighten, or lessen the power of their sickness  
Some recover of the Plague, because they never knew they had it, others die of a fit of an Ague, because they thought it the Plague: always the small pox comes soonest out, when 'tis not thought of within, to the great security of them that have it, for amongst all good signs in that disease, that is the best, that they break forth together and quickly; howsoever all exanthemata and eruptions to the skin require the same cure and 〈…〉, except some are pursued and chafed out with less sev●●●y.  
〈◊〉 are plants thrive best in the 〈…〉; my Lord's body was so subtle as he could scarce endure to be covered up a whole night in his bed.  
We can rake up coals in their embers, but flames never.  
A faithful servant of his told me, he was so weary of his bed, as he seared it would be his grave, by these words, I fool away my life to observe the physicians; and in my hearing, when he was 〈◊〉 to rise, he sighed out this profession of obedience; well than I will die to observe the physicians.  
If I were now upon my death bed, and to declare what my Lord died on, I should say he died of too much of his bed, and not of the small pox: till Saterday-night I am sure he had no sign of danger, as I am sure that then there was no hope of life; nature having given over the field to devotion, which came in so armed & so invincible as I never yet saw the like, though I have waited upon many who had no other business of life then to die well, his breath was spent before his eyes and hands ceased to be lifted up to heaven, as if his soul would have carried his body along with it.  
Thus though he commanded his body to be buried with decency, but not pomp, yet I could not but publish the glorious manner of his death.  
Those that knew the obligations I had to this great and good Lord, will I presume pardon,  
His lordship's constant honourer T. C.  
FINIS.